Cody Jordan - Jordan lyrics

[Verse 1: Michael Da Vinci] Yall n***as talking that gangsta sh** None of yall n***as near gangsta rich Back to the crib wit my gangsta b**h Why you throw me like that, her favorite Know a couple lil n***as who dangerous Know a couple lil n***as who savage lit You a boosted fed, free booster, man f** them other n***as like Uncle Sam And f** them other n***as cuz we shine on them No limit wit my soldiers cuz I ride for them They mad, they dont wanna see murder Get up on your beat and I'll merk ya a** Ya b**h love the way I start the beat all fast Then slow it down, its effortless It's the House muthaf**a til the deferment My n***as Detroit, yall pistol-less Devil, red wings no hockey tip Push the House, you get it take ya b**h Fourth quarter, Michael Jefferies Cuz Michael don't play when it comes to this Them raps that they rappin' like they be on anthems And n***as is actors like talkin they sh** Lil homie get bars, before you get balled And step ya weak a** up to Michael da Vinci [Hook] b**h I'm ballin Say b**h I'm ballin Say b**h I'm ballin [Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad] These hoes call me young sporty Step up and get ya b**h f**ed I dont give sh** about pissin, I came to a grip that Yo son came out lookin like us n***as throw me on a beat and my syllables twist I hopped in my ride and I'm chucking your disc I left wit the House and I came in your b**h Ain't talkin bout sh**, you just pumpin your fist These hoes wanna swallow my babies These n***as tryna ride my dick Don't try to give me advice I got soda you like And yo cosign ain't bringing you sh** n***as tryna ride this wave, f** em I send my love in bundles Give no f**s bout how f**in good you can rap Your verse ain't bringing me numbers [Hook] [Verse 3: Rikki Blu] I bet she bust it for the house on half a pill And you swearing that you thuggin but you ain't foreal You tryna bust a ceil, I'm tryna cop a pill M&M's wit the blue and yellow purple hills Throwin n***as out the crib like Uncle Phil This is not a drill, so get me back and the track cuz them racks At the trap double black out the tech Guarantee these n***as won't hold me back Boy you think you hard cuz you came wit a strap Well rat-tat-tat-tat we ended outlet I entered that smash my foot on the gas, I'm grippin that a** I'm rippin this track, It's easy as that I'm Jordan wit raps, these n***as ain't whack, The House it's a wrap But back to trap wit the pack I go You rappin bout rappin its whack and they clappin Pause, what the f** is wrong wit yall They laced up the hoop, we came here to ball I'm f**in that b**h, you slipped in them draws I'm grinnin and sh**, you simpin and sh** You textin that b**h, She s**ed on my dick f**ed wit the clique on the House in the flick Yo b**h rockin my jersey and my music all in her Iphone I don't see how thats yo main b**h, if yo main b**h is my side hoe And my grind slow but Imma shine hoe And what you think about me dont matter, why Cuz you don't fix the food on my platter, I Climb to the top and keep the ladder, why I'm sicker than droppin 38 wit a fever man Im meaner than, the leader and all of the believers man